The Corrupted Syndicate

Such a pact typically involved binding oneself to the chosen being, resulting in a profound transformation that shattered both mind and body.

The intensity of the power unleashed was so great that both the host and the Guardian were often consumed and eradicated after just a single activation of this formidable ability.

However, there were some reports that a select few who have broken minds and shattered hearts could bypass that limitation. And Mavislin's past and behavior would be a very good fit for an anti-hero.

But which one? Depending on which spirit she had chosen, Mavislin would have a more difficult time controlling her Guardian if it was as dangerous as a primordial.

"Hmm… My apologies, I never did let you see this version of me. I should earn something for keeping this from you for this long. But do not worry…"

"Unlike the ones that can touch upon their Alter forms, I can keep my reason even if I were to go all out and complete my transformation. I promise, I will never hurt you," declared Mavislin, in a deeper voice than usual.

"Trust me. I'm still me."

Matt remained wary, hesitant to believe the words of the transformed figure standing before him. He closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, drawing in a steady breath to calm himself.

The aura radiating from her was almost as intense as the elite monsters he'd faced in the past. A unique kind of unease gnawed at him as he focused on Mavislin's altered form.

Her scales were a deep black, yet upon closer inspection, delicate traces of purple veins pulsed beneath the surface. And that scent… there was no denying it—the unmistakable, sharp tang of pure poison.

Kyle snapped out of his shock and took the chance to jump at Mattheos, prompting Mavislin to vanish from her spot to protect her partner. The cat man flinched, flabbergasted that the girl had caught his swinging blade with merely two fingers.

"Who… What monster are you?!" yelled Kyle as he tried to wrench his blade free from the girl's grasp.

"That's not very nice to say… Especially since you are also a monster yourself," replied Mavislin, silk in her voice as she flexed her hand, turning it from normal to a black talon.

A sly grin curled on the dragon girl's face as she casually seized the blade, twisting it toward the side of her neck.

In a swift, fluid motion, she brought it up just in time to intercept the gleaming silver war axe swung by Celia, the force of the impact reverberating through the area.

"But not as skillful as the ones I've seen. Get out of my way," growled Mavislin as she slammed her left foot into the ground and let go of the blade, creating a huge shockwave of black and purple.

The Fontaine were blown away but not far enough to deter them from launching their attacks again. With a newfound spirit, Matt quickly intercepted Kyle's swinging blade.